#1 Hair color on wrist
Au where you have a stripe of your soul mates hair color on your wrist and if they dye their hair your stripe changes color. ~ By tumblr user: groanlester
Kevin's POV:
I glanced down at my wrist as I handed the next customer in line their order. It's become so normal for me compare the color on my right wrist to the hair color of every costumer in the small the corner coffee shop, that I do it even when I know there isn't even the slightest chance it's them. After all, the thick line on my wrist is a silky, jet black and the hipster I just handed a pumpkin spice latte to had platinum blonde hair. I could reason that I was checking to make sure who ever they were hadn't died their hair, except that my stripe has been the same shade of black my whole life. My soul mate would probably only dye their hair when having an identity crisis.
I sighed as the last person in line stepped up to the counter, some hipster looking boy with a scarf and fake glasses. I noted how his stripe was the same color as the girl with the latte before him, but didn't mention it. If they where soul mates, she'd know. How many people have their hair dyed lilac, after all? I turned to start working on the boy's order, but as I started to run the machine that grounds coffee beans into coffee the bell above the door signaled a new costumer. Sighing through my noses I glanced behind me to see what new form of high school hipster had walked through my door five minutes before the bar closed. They weren't an annoying hipster; though the sight of them almost made me drop the cup of coffee I was adding caramel to.
They, he, was short and dorky. He wore a light grey button up shirt; the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, with a black tie, black jeans, and light blue converse. His whole outfit was crisp and clean as if he had just come from a job interview. Maybe he had? Thick, black rimmed glasses sat on his perfectly upturned nose covering his bright blue eyes. Though it appeared he actually needed them unlike half the teens sitting at the various tables across the shop. His outfit was completed with a small black hoop earring in his left ear and a thick leather bracelet on his right wrist. All that wasn't what shocked me, though. What shocked my where the thick shiny, jet black locks of hair falling from his black beanie with white stripes up the side.
I quickly averted my eyes and went back to the order I was working on. I was still distracted though and lilac boy had no issue telling me so when I forgot to grab his muffin before handing him his drink. I was too distracted to care so I just got him his muffin and took his money. Then the boy with black hair stepped up to the counter. I hadn't seen him in the shop before and I doubted he had come when it wasn't my ship because he actually orders a drink and a pastry that was posted on the menu above me, something that normal doesn't happen with frequent shoppers. I didn't speak him much and set to work on his order as soon as he had finished.
Unlike with the last order, I took my time and paid extra attention to what I was doing. I might not have looked like it, but I've always wanted to find my soul mate and this boy is the first person I've ever met with the right shade of black hair to even possibly be that person. As I was working I pictured what we'd look like together: him with his small frame and proper clothing next to my muscular frame and stained clothing. It was weird, but if he was the one, I wouldn't care. I'll admit I was a bit of a romantic, but I can't help it. As I finished his hot chocolate and went to package a blueberry muffin; taking extra care to pick the best one, I came up with a plan. I handed it to him with a smile and started my plan.
"And here you are," I started "You're dressed awful nice, did you have a job interview today?" Yes, good, conversation starter! He smiled nervous, I could tell he was uncomfortable, but he sat at one of the tall bar stools across from me anyway.
"Thank you for the compliment, but no I didn't. I just prefer to dress nicely as often as possible. I actually started attending PCU this semester and I don't really have the time for a decent job right now." Oh my god, even his speech is dorky and adorable!
"That's cool. I actually attend PCU, too. What are you majoring in?" I asked as I wiped down the counter, attempting to put him more at ease.
"I'm studying medical procedures, I wish to work in the surgical field after school, you?" He is a dork!
"Dude, that is so cool! All I'm studying is physical education and teaching, guess being a high school football coach isn't as awesome as saving people's life, though."
"Not at all! It's what you love to do and who you want to be. Following your passion is what makes your dreams 'awesome', your life choice is just as 'cool' as mine." Wow, he is amazing…
"Dude, you're really cool, you know? You're soul mate must be the luckiest person alive! Have you found and show them that, yet?" Here we go.
"Oh, um, actually no, no I haven't found my soul mate. My stripe is so plain, is could be anyone! Not to mention my hair color is so common there are probably thousands of sets of soul mates with the same two stripes and mine!" Uh oh, I think I hit a sore spot…
"Well, maybe you're not looking at it from the right angle. Can I see it?" Here we go! He hesitated for a moment glancing at my hair for a second before placing his right arm on the bar table and pulling off his bracelet. There is was a deep, auburn stripe. I placed my right arm besides his showing off my silky, jet black stripe. He gasps.
"Looks like we have a pair matching set of stripes right here." I smiled rather cockily. He pulled his arm away and put back on his bracelet.
"Black and Red hair are both quiet common, we aren't the only people on earth with these hair colors, or stripes." He snapped. I thought quickly and came up with a perfect solution, even if it isn't him, it might just bring me closer to finding who is really is. I really hope it is him though; I want to know everything about him.
"Alright, maybe we aren't soul mate, but I never give up. I work from 3-6 pm Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. If your stripe ever changes come back and see me, but until that happens, here is my number, I intend to find out everything I can about you." As I spoke I was writing my name and number out on a napkin and handed it to him as I finished. He blushed deeply, but nodded and slipped the napkin into his pocket.
time lapse brought to you by the Christmas spirit
After two week of none stop texting, Eddward (I had found out his name over texting because I forgot to ask) burst through the doors at the end of my shift; he stride up to the counter and through his arm in my face.
"See, my soul mate has dyed their hair, it cannot be you!" he exclaimed with a nod of his head, though I could see pain in his eyes. I looked at the stripe on his right wrist; the auburn strip now had forest green at the tip. I smiled wide and pulled Edd into a kiss, reaching up and pulling off the hat I had wore that day. He jerked away from me, about to yell at me, but stopped when he say my hair.
"Y-you died your tips forest green…" he stuttered.
"Hell yeah I did, baby." This time he didn't pull away from my passionate kiss.
A/N: Please note I have nothing against hipster, people with lilac hair or any other choice of lifestyle that isn't similar to mine, I only wrote like this because it helped better my story. Seriously, though, that would totally be Kevin's thought process if he worked in a Café. Anyway, I hope you guys/gals enjoyed my first au. Comment if you want to see more.
P.S. Seriously, though, if you have lilac hair, you are crazy awesome. (I really love people with unique looking hair)
~Goth
